Hong Kong Comprehensive Begins, Seeking Laws from the Heavens

Two days passed very quickly.

Lin Mosheng practices ancient Muay Thai and Baji Zhuang at the same time.

I didn’t even go fishing for law enforcement in the past two days, no, I went to collect good deeds.

Because he discovered something.

That is, even with the help of good deeds, it can quickly help you push a skill to its limit.

But skills are skills, and combat is not all a collection of skills.

For example, Bajiquan and ancient Muay Thai, both can be mastered by oneself with the help of the system.

But to truly master it and integrate the two skills into your own boxing, this is something that the system cannot help.

Of course, it’s also possible that you don’t have enough good deeds.

But no matter what, practicing martial arts can really make Lin Mosheng feel happy.

Especially this kind of martial arts training where progress can be seen and cheating devices can be used at critical moments.

He felt like he was playing a special game.

How to use the least "experience points" to learn the most skills, how to integrate skills and improve character attributes.

If you think about it this way, the pain and fatigue during martial arts training will no longer matter.

Lin Mosheng finished practicing Baji Zhuang again, looked at his rapidly improving proficiency in Bajiquan lv2 (12/1000), and sighed to himself, "I do still have some talent."

In Director Ma's office, a middle-aged man with half-grey hair and a stern appearance was looking into a water mirror.

What's strange is that the scene inside Lin Mosheng's house is reflected in the water mirror!

Director Ma asked nervously, "How is it? Feng Laosi."

Feng Laosi was thin and thin. If Lin Mo were born here, he would definitely exclaim Uncle Jiu and reflect on why Director Ma kept urging him to take refuge in Dongpingzhou.

With ‘Uncle Jiu’, a Taoist master, no matter how many people there are in the club, they still send food.

Feng Laosi thought for a moment, "He is a prodigy in martial arts, but his foundation is still shallow and he doesn't even have the teachings of a famous teacher."

"Why do you say that?"

Director Ma asked curiously.

Feng Laosi raised his finger and pointed at Lin Mosheng in the water mirror, "The human body has the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit. The so-called cultivation is nothing more than refining essence to transform into qi, refining qi to transform into spirit, refining spirit to return to emptiness, and refining emptiness to combine with Tao."

"But people's energy is limited, so they not only need to practice, but also replenish. He can only practice but not replenish. If this continues, within three years, the energy and blood will be exhausted and the foundation will be damaged."

"What should we do?" Director Ma asked nervously. Lin Mosheng was a good young man, but he didn't want his general to become useless in the future.

Feng Laosi waved his hand, "That's okay. I'll write you a prescription later. You can give it to him and ask him to take it according to the prescription, so that he can make up for the deficiency in Qi and blood."

Director Ma rolled his eyes and said, "Feng Laosi, you haven't had an apprentice for so many years. What do you think about having a baby?"

"I watched him grow up. As you know, his father died in the line of duty, and his family background is absolutely innocent..."

Feng Laosi interrupted and said, "My inheritance is of great importance and needs to be investigated."

Director Ma nodded, and then talked about another matter, "Can you protect the newborn in the Kowloon Walled City tonight?"

Although he knew the methods of his old partner, the Kowloon Walled City was dominated by the society after all.

Feng Laosi didn't have much worry about this, but calmly stated a fact, "They practice martial arts, and I practice Taoism!"

Director Ma's expression froze, okay, this answer is domineering enough.

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As night falls, Kowloon Walled City seems to come alive.

Today, Fuxing Building is even busier than the day before yesterday.

If everyone still thought it was a joke before Lin Mosheng took the stage, then with Lin Mosheng killing the prefix "D", everyone has a better understanding of this 'little policeman'.

The other party was able to kill Liangkun in the first place. Now it seems that it was definitely not just luck.

In the stands on the second floor, Chen Haonan had arrived early and asked the 'Prince' Gan Zitai next to him, "What do you think he has a chance of winning today?"

Gan Zitai glanced at King Kong who had already stepped onto the ring. The muscles on his opponent's body were bulging like a hill.

The most peculiar thing is that King Kong's skin is not only dark, but also glows with a green iron color under the light, like uncast pig iron.

"Iron Shirt?"

Gan Zitai shook his head and said, "I entered the door, but it's a pity that the fire is not enough."

He thought for a while, thinking of Lin Mo's ferociousness the day before yesterday, "If that kid recovers from his injuries, it is possible for both sides to lose. Of course, the possibility of losing is even greater. Iron cloth shirt is very restrained against steel fists such as Muay Thai.

"

The pheasant next to him also agreed. While peeling grapes, he looked at Chen Haonan, "If you want to save that little policeman, it's still too late to take action. Even if you get on the ring, you can't interrupt."

Chen Haonan shook his head slightly, "It seems you don't think much of him."

Gan Zitai became interested, "What? Take a gamble?"

Chen Haonan nodded, "If I lose, I'll help you do something. If you lose, help me do something."

The bet was not small, but Gan Zitai licked the corner of his mouth excitedly.

He only does two things in his life, practicing martial arts and gambling.

Now that the two things are combined into one, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"good!"

While the two were talking, Lin Mosheng had already entered the ring.

King Kong noticed the bandage wrapped around Lin Mosheng's right hand, and his mind suddenly calmed down.

Sure enough, the boy's injury was not healed. Unless he was a monster, it would be impossible for him to recover from that kind of injury within two days.

The ten fingers of King Kong stretched out and pinched in the direction of Lin Mosheng, making a popping sound like fried beans.

"Did you hear that, kid? I'm going to crush your bones like this later."

As if he didn't see the provocation, Lin Mosheng turned to look at the host, "Can we announce the start?"

The host did not dare to be as partial as last time this time. He nodded, and then said to everyone, "Buy and leave! No matter life or death!"

Then a bell rang.

King Kong did not rush to attack recklessly like the letter D, but instead put on a defensive posture, moving his feet in small steps, getting closer to Lin Mosheng.

If Lin Mosheng stepped forward, he could wait for work. If Lin Mosheng retreated, he would force him to the corner of the ring.

Lin Mosheng glanced at King Kong's sinful red light, which was slightly redder than the prefix "D".

What a good prey!

He kicked off his back foot and sprinted forward.

The left fist is like electricity!

It's getting faster.

Gan Zitai's expression changed for the first time, and Lin Mosheng's speed was obviously faster than two days ago.

If he hadn't hidden his strength last time, it would mean that Lin Mosheng had broken through within two days.

Is this a ploy, or is Lin Mosheng the kind of one-of-a-kind martial arts prodigy who can break through himself under absolute pressure?

Although King Kong on the field felt it more deeply, he even knew that he could no longer catch up with Lin Mosheng in terms of speed.

but!

What I practice is Iron Shirt!